In God's economy, every day is a Friday.
This phrase popped in my head on my drive into work this morning. As I was listening to Josh Garrells' "Pilot Me," it occurred to me that my smile was perkier and my shoulders slightly less tense that the commutes just a few days prior.
On Friday we are on the cusp of rest after a long week of work. Looking to Saturday and Sunday for respite, and being just a day away. It's that light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel realization that fuels the final 8-hour lap.
With a heavenward gaze, having the assurance of such a pardon, so are we: on the cusp of eternal rest. And so we can rejoice in our present suffering, knowing that as we follow the Calvary-directed steps of our now-crowned King, so will we share in His glory... soon. In the words of a wise fish, "Just keep swimming." For perseverance brings character and character hope.
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